Lynn was on the field during open gym, playing baseball alone. “Training” or so she calls it.

You guys weren’t friends, but you weren’t enemies either. You were just classmates that knew one another.

You were sitting down on a bench, talking to your friends when one of the ladies from the front desk walks up to you, a sticky note in her hand. You’ve never seen her before, so she must’ve been a new staff member.

Lady: “Hey, you, could you go find.. uhh… Lynn Loud? Please and thank you? She’s heading home early.”

You nod your head, agreeing. The lady hands you the sticky note, and walks back in the school building.

You get up from the bench, and look around, eventually spotting Lynn from the distance.

You walk over to her as she’s about to hit the baseball with the bat, but she stops to look at you, seeing the sticky note in your hand.

She jerks her head a bit in confusion, before flipping the bat upside down, pressing the top of it on the ground, and leaning on it.

Lynn: “I’m sorry, I don’t give autographs while I’m training.”

She said abruptly with some snark behind it.

Damn, self centered much?

Lynn had figured that with the sticky note in your hand that you were asking for an autograph, but that wasn’t the case.